closed; and i grew a hairy skull

[wolfssegen]

Who: Ches Fields and various
When: January
Where: various
Summary: A catch-all for various threads!
Warnings: tba in subject lines

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[wolfssegen]

Ches is almost a little surprised when she tells him it's worked so far and asks him what he's looking for. It takes him a moment to think about it, but then he exhales an almost-but-not-quite laugh.

"I think right now just a little fun."

After another moment of thought, though, he adds, "But I've really enjoyed your company so, subject to change?"

[henchgal]

She moves her plate and empty coffee cup over to the side, out of the way, and grins at him. "You know, that sounds perfect."

And then she leans in to brush her lips against his.

[wolfssegen]

Something in him unwinds a little when she says that sounds perfect, puts her things aside. This is nice, he knows what he's doing with this, it's the same no matter where you are or what else you're doing. Touch and kisses and cuddling and more with a person whose company you enjoy is just...good.

When she kisses him, he parts his lips a little and tilts his head, kissing back, one hand coming up so his fingers can ghost across her cheekbone, thumb near the corner of her mouth.

[henchgal]

Meredith has been so busy watching her boys fumble with their respective crushes that she hasn't taken time for herself. She wasn't really looking for anything, not after Chris disappeared in...was it September? August? Time passed here both too fast and too slow.

But this moment in time is hers, an indulgence. A chance to forget everything that's gone on and just ride the flow.

Her eyes meet his as he strokes her cheek, and she relaxes into a warm smile.

[wolfssegen]

After that first soft, open-mouthed kiss, he pulls back just slightly, lips still almost touching hers, and meets her eyes. He likes that, the way she looks at him right in the eyes, and the way her expression goes softer and warmer when he touches her cheek.

Meredith is very, very pretty, and as far as he's concerned, this is a privilege.

Leaning in again, he tilts his head a bit more and fits their mouths together, his hand moving from her cheek to her jaw, tracing the shape of it before trailing down the line of her neck.